H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' shizzle my used to dribble down in VA Was 'em in the home of the Terrapins Got it dirt cheap for Plus if they was short with I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for Wasn't hustlers, I was birthin' 'em H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' sheezy my neezy my arms so freezy Can't rap alone the game needs me Haters me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. to box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like H to the Izz-o, V to the Not guilty, he who does not me Is not to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof, Vamoose, son of a
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at me I do this for my To let 'em know what a look like, when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room of vultures Industry it need to be taken over owners hate me I'm raisin the status quo up I'm over niggas for what they did to the cold crush Pay us you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo'
Hov' is back, life told through rap Niggas like I sold you crack Like I told you drugs No, hov' did So hopefully you won't have to go that I was raised in the projects, and rats out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, on the Ave. in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, the long arm of the law So you I seen it all before I seen dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two I hate Succeed in rap game, the two things that's great H to the Izz-o, V to the else can I say about dude, I gets busy
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